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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Younger son with a pocket full of plans
Said
"Father
I’m gone
I’ll make it on my own"
Dust on his sandals
Coins in his hand
Turned his back on home
On the fields he'd known
Far-off town
Every table
Every thrill
Friends while the silver shone
When the last cup dried and the room fell still
He found himself alone
[Chorus]
I was the lost son
Running in circles
Spent all I had on a life that burned too fast
But I came to my senses in the hunger and the silence
Turned my feet toward home at last
And you ran to meet me
You ran to meet me
[Verse 2]
Empty fields
Feeding strangers’ swine
Stomach aching hard
Heart pulled tight
Staring at the sky
Rehearsing every line
"Make me like a servant
I’ve thrown away my rights"
Road was long
Every step felt true
Ash on my head
Dust on my shoes
Saw your house rising in the afternoon blue
Didn’t know what you would choose
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
You put a ring on my hand
New robe on my shoulders
Sandals on these blistered feet
You called the neighbors
Called them closer
"Come and see
Come and see"
[low vocal register]I said
"I’m not worthy"
[choir swells]You said
"You’re my child"
Killed the fattened calf
Filled the night with song
Older brother standing at the edge of the light
Saying everything I did was wrong
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 16, 2026
Duration4:01
LanguageEnglish
Style
Warm acoustic folk with subtle gospel choir. Fingerpicked guitar and soft piano carry the verses; chorus blooms with light organ, tambourine, and stacked harmonies. Energy grows from intimate storytelling to a joyful, congregational sing-along by the final chorus. Male vocals, tender yet resolute.
Credits
Prompt byEchoCinematic25
ModelAria v5
Prompt
about the lost son, based on the parable from the Bible in Luke chapter 15
